The poem
"What distillate can be discovered from herbs of a witching brew," said an aesthete, "what distillate prepared according to the formulas of ancient Grecosyrian magi which for a day (if no longer its potency can last), or even for a short time can bring my twenty three years to me again; can bring my friend of twenty two to me again -- his beauty, his love.
"What distillate prepared according to the formulas of ancient Grecosyrian magi which, in bringing back these things, can also bring back our little room."